I knew I was fucked the second Tyrone walked into the hotel room. He was everything the pics promised and worse for a guy like me. Six foot four, skin like dark chocolate, and that bulge already straining his sweats like it had a mind of its own. I was naked on the bed like he told me to be, my pale five-inch cock already leaking even though nothing had happened yet.
"Look at that sad little white dick," he said, kicking the door shut. His voice was deep and rough. "You really came here to get put in your place, huh?"
I nodded, throat dry. "Yes, sir."
"Call me Daddy when you're on your knees." He stripped off his shirt and dropped his pants. The cock that swung out was thick, veiny, and already half-hard. It looked twice as long as mine and three times as thick, the head fat and shiny. My own cock twitched and I felt the familiar burn of shame.
He stepped closer and slapped his heavy meat across my face. The weight of it made my head rock. "This is what a real cock looks like. Not that pinky finger between your legs. Open up."
I opened and he fed it to me. The taste was musky and strong. I gagged when he pushed past my tongue, but he didn't care. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my throat in slow, deep strokes. Spit ran down my chin onto my chest while my useless white cock bobbed untouched.
"Look at you," he growled. "White boy choking on BBC like it's his job. Bet that little dick has never made anyone moan. Bet your wife or girlfriend laughs at it when you're not around."
I moaned around his shaft. The words hit exactly where they were supposed to. My balls drew up tight from nothing but humiliation and the stretch in my jaw.
He pulled out and shoved me onto my back. "Spread those legs. Show me that pale ass."
I did. He spat on my hole and worked two thick fingers in without warning. I gasped at the burn, but my cock stayed rock hard, dripping onto my stomach. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, curling until he found my prostate. Every jab made my little dick jump and leak more.
"Pathetic," he laughed. "Your white cock is twitching like a clit. You gonna cum just from getting your ass opened for BBC?"
I shook my head, but we both knew it was a lie. He pulled his fingers out and lined that massive head up. One hard push and he was inside me, stretching me wider than anything ever had. I cried out, half pain, half pure filthy pleasure.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He started pounding, balls slapping my ass with every thrust. The whole bed shook. My cock flopped uselessly against my stomach while he rearranged my guts.
"Feel that?" he taunted. "That's a real man's dick owning you. Your little white cock could never do this. Say it."
"My little white cock could never do this," I gasped.
"Louder."
"My little white cock could never fuck like this, Daddy!"
He reached down and pinched my nipple hard. "That's right. You're just a hole for BBC now. A cumdump for superior black dick."
He flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me again, driving even deeper. One hand wrapped around my throat while the other reached under to grab my useless cock. He gave it two rough strokes and I exploded, shooting thin white ropes onto the sheets while he kept fucking me through it.
"Look at that weak load," he sneered. "Barely anything. Now take mine."
He slammed in balls-deep and came with a low growl, flooding my ass with hot, thick cum. I felt every pulse. When he finally pulled out, it leaked down my thighs in a messy stream.
He wiped his cock on my face and left me there, shaking and used.
"Same time next week, white boy. Bring that sad little dick so I can laugh at it again."
I lay there, ass gaping, cum dripping, cock already trying to get hard again at the thought.
I was exactly where I belonged.
